Finally my cock began twitching inside her and spurt after spurt of cum shot out of my dick right into her pussy. Ishani screamed, “Noooooo”.Once ... was done, I saw the terror on Ishani’s face. She didn’t speak but kept looking down at her pussy from where my cum was now dripping. I understood why she was terrified and relaxed her, “Don’t worry, we’ll get you a contraceptive. And yes, I do not have any STDs” I said jokingly. Ishani calmed down but one could still see the worry on her face.As we. Nor can she afford to work for either of you. It would at least be risking a violation of her probation." Shit," I said."I know Bart says the same thing," Rita replied. "If I were you I would look for a replacement." All right," I said."You know, let me do some checking. I think I might find some way to help you out while you can do some good." Rita said."Oh how is that?" I asked."Let me check around some first," she said.I put the phone down then went back to work. I spent the evening working. Please enter.'The door swung open. Amina shifted her weight forwards, fell onto her knees and bowed her head.'Rise,’ he commanded.Slowly she put one foot forward and used it to pull herself back up.Sultan Hakim stood in front of her, wearing nothing but a small, open vest and a pair of his poofiest trousers. A long, golden rope served as his belt. Amina could see his muscular stomach, his travels had made his skin darker than even her own and he was tall and broad-shouldered. Amina had never. "My guards carried them all to my cellars. They would spend about a weekthere until they had mostly recovered from the spell.When the day came all were made to wash thoroughly, chained, dressed inlight slave tunics and taken to the market to be sold. I previously madearrangements that they were only to be offered to slave dealers whowould transport them out of the country.I wanted to see the other part of their misery and had arranged aspecial seat for myself at the slave market. I had artisans.